Who: Cenric, Adrien, Samy What: Meetings and Protection When: The night after the Prince's arrival Where: The Financial Tower (The White Tower) Extra Notes: Rated R / private, ongoing
He finally had everything he wanted and more. Though he had spent the past few hundred years not giving a shit about what his mortal family was doing, he cared about his name, still wanted to uphold the nobility of it, the life. When he had found out of this city's previous Prince wanting to change the name? He had put his foot down. Even if the other man hadn't, he still would have taken over. He had wanted to be a Prince for centuries. To take over a city with his name on it? It was the cherry on the sundae, the sugar on top, the fact that made his life as a vampire. It all came together in this one place, something his mortal family had gotten right, along with the continuation of the name he found so noble and high placed. What could make this even better, really? The night after he took his throne was the night it was proven he didn't have it all, not even close. The night he met a Salubri. The vampire was legend, like unicorns or dragons.
Cenric Blackwood was sitting in his office, his chair tilted sideways so he could set his feet up and look out the window at the same time. The tower he had taken residence in was huge and high, just how he liked it. Though it was called, to everyone else, the Financial Tower, he had renamed it the White Tower. It was a thing of beauty at night and if he had been a Toreador, he would have been in love with it. The top five floors were his own private apartments and this floor, the very top, was his office. The room was large and had a hallway leading from the elevator to the anti-chamber that served as his waiting room before it even got to the office proper. In the other room, a rather large chested woman took calls and directed them elsewhere, or to him if they were important enough. There was a lot they had to dig through, explanations they would have to give, but for now? He didn't worry about any of it.
The thing that cut right through his victory was a call from the front desk, claiming that there was some strange old man here with a human, the old man speaking in rapid French. The guards, all low level vampires, claimed that he had an eye in his forehead that watched them, but the Prince didn't believe it. It couldn't possible. A Salubri, here, in Blackwood City? Once Porter got on the phone and confirmed it, however, he almost dropped the phone, a rare show of him being anything but his confident self. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He trusted the other man completely and if he said that he had a third eye, he believed him. He started barking orders over the phone in his usual tone, wanting to see this man for himself. Once the phone was hung up, he began pacing in his office, not even bothering to let his secretary know that people were coming. She would have been able to hear him, even through the double doors that served as the door to his office. She would know he was flipping out.